An unseasonable chill cut through the sylvan backdrop. Leaves shivered amidst their rustles. The animals scurried for cover normally reserved for colder times. Clouds built in the northwest and blot out the clear blue backdrop. Grass swayed and bent before the stiff breeze. Southron soldiers scrutinized the area. They held the cloth wraps closely about their lower faces. Their eyes examined every leaf, blade of grass and tree trunk for a sign of the fugitives. They dared not rush their search and miss something. They also did not want to tarry overly much either. Fear drove them onward. Much as with the area behind them, they found no trace of a boot print, horse's hoof or any passage. The group's leader motioned his contingent onward. …show more content…
It's just like last night. I heard her in my mind. How? He scratched his head while hustling into the obscuring fauna. About ten steps later, he stepped into his friends' company. Gawain sheathed his sword. Mischief glinted in his eye. "So did you find the bloody buggers?" "Oh yeah. I led them on quite the chase. They're following their own tails in the other direction," Merlin reported. His eye drifted toward Arthur. "Any change?" "I can hear you, Merlin. It's not like I'm dead! Quit worrying about me like some girl already," Arthur groused. He sat against a tree. By his hand, Excalibur awaited its next battle. Impatience curled his lip as he endured Gaius wrapping his torso with a new bandage. "I can push on just fine. Thank you very much!" "Sire, I beg to differ. Your ribs are bruised if not broken! I am trying to keep the inflammation under control. At some point, you will need to rest. We need to find a safe haven for you to do so," Gaius countered. "I can rest, Gaius, when Morgana's beaten!" Arthur complained. "Bad enough we have to run away! I won't hold us up." He forced himself to stand. "Are you sure that they're going the other way, Merlin?" Merlin rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah. They're leagues away from here by now." He wasn't about to mention his own issues to the group. "Made sure of that." Arthur smirked. "Nice to see you're using your head for once." Percival emerged from the brush. "No Southrons in the area." He
“See, I told you. Look how fast they’re walking now, and to them it seems like we’re following them,” Jamal exclaimed with an angered look on his face.
Dawn broke through the tops of the trees; the fine rays of sunlight, glimmering off the needle-shaped leaves as they swayed in the soft winter winds. No more than a day ago the snowstorms had ceased. The blizzards had frozen men alive in their tracks, or as they slept through the night, life had drifted from their stone cold bodies. But now all was calm. Nothing stirred but the delicate snow falling upon the fields, capping the tall soldier pines and burying the glaze-eyed, petrified figures. The remaining troops were dwindling by the days. Too war-torn and starved to produce the usual racket that could be heard among the cohort. The only sound they ever seemed to make, was the constant cantankerous whining for a fire; or else the moans as
“I don’t know” Phoenix smiled back “I was hoping maybe you’d stay up here with me while I go through some of it so I’m not by myself in case something goes wrong”
“How did you know where the meeting would be?” she asked after getting her thoughts together. “Did the Alliance contact you while I was gone
"Your life continues because you have been spared the mines. You are given food and shelter in exchange for laurels in the arena. Do not forget that. And do not raise your weapon to any of the men in jest. One day you could be fighting with him at your back, to find your only ally would see you dead just as readily as your opponent," Livia coldly reminded him. Her cheeks were a bit flushed from anger though it could easily be dismissed as the heat of the morning sun, or the honeyed wine she drank from in a polished
She kept the same pace and shrugged. “You don’t have to spend hours with a bunch of unruly toddlers. They may live among us, but trust me those bugs still behave like Rebels.”
“What's happening guys?” He asked. I could hear the frustration in his voice. “We are better than this!”
"Oh you know. You deafening your fathers land alone, and then there's the fact that you refuse to leave, even though my family lives on the other side of your boarder" Fredrick replies.
“I do.” Ulrich patted his calf, to which his knives were strapped. “You have your hand axe, I see.”
"Could you atleast tell me where we're headed?" She was now panting and pleading, helplessly with him.
"Okay, Merlin. You and I are going to go meet my father. Okay. We're going to see if you can stay with me for a while. Then I'll show you around Camelot." Merlin stopped running and looked at Gaius with fearful
"And you were planning to take on Cenred and his men all by yourself without supplies or food?"
Arthur: “That statement was absurd. Why shall you care if things are not going well for him?”
Her arms folded quickly over her waist, “Tonight? You are injured…what if another one of those beasts comes back?”
"Well, I've got to go watch over my bunch. They are ferocious today," someone said.